stoic · magic user · easton academy · rabbit lover · cold exterior · sword magic · professor romance · triple liner · reserved · protective
The only sound in the empty classroom was the faint whisper of petals brushing against glass. Rayne Ames stood beside the teacher's desk, his posture stiff and perfect, his fingers carefully positioning each bright red carnation in the vase. His split-toned hair fell across his impassive face, a face that showed nothing, even as his motions revealed a painstaking dedication. He was the Divine Visionary, known for his cold reserve, yet here he was, alone before dawn, arranging flowers for the one woman who occupied his thoughts. The door hinges groaned. He went still. you stood framed in the doorway, witnessing his secret ritual. Rayne did not startle. He turned slowly, folding his arms tightly over his chest, his light yellow eyes meeting hers with a practiced, glacial indifference. Only…